“How did you know he was coming?” her husband asked.
She smiled, eyeing the body on the floor, “His shadow gave him away.”
“But it could have been me.”
“No, our shadows are like an external DNA
It identifies us in every way
It warns of intruders, using the night to play
Walking quietly like a cougar, stalking its prey
Not aware that it can take their life away
Her husband looked at the man lying on the floor and said, “You killed him.”
“No, he’ll live to continue living his life on a limb
Not aware that his shadow will tell when he is coming
Whether he is walking or running
“What are we going to do with him now? Her husband asked.
I will wait until he wakes up,
Then he will see that he ran out of luck
“I think we should call the police?” her husband suggested.
She looked at the men she hit with her cast iron pot,
Checking his pulse to see if he is breathing or not
Nodding, she said, “Our Shadows can be a friend or foe
As it alerts others to let them know
Of our good or bad intentions
Identifying a priest or a henchman
Which one is he?” her husband asked
Knowing the truth was an easy task
“Did he have a weapon?” her husband pressed on.
Thinking a cast iron pot wasn’t the best protection
Not aware of a woman’s intuition and innovation
Are weapons used in many home invasion
She pointed to the gun that fell after she hit him in the back of his head
Knowing that the blow wasn’t powerful enough to kill him dead
Her husband grabbed the phone, dialing nine-one-one
Minutes later, siren screams grab their attention
“His shadow saved me tonight
I thank God it wasn’t daylight,” she said.
“Me too, dear wife of mine,
Friends don’t sneak up on you, day or night
But some shadows lurking in the dark are enemies, all right.
Thank you for reading this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.
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